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There are moments
when a marvellous experience
leaps into mind
as though coming
from another world
The magic that calls it forth
is often so fleeting
as to be forgotten
in the joy of the experience itself -
it may be a skylark bursting into song
the plash of a wave
a flute played by moonlight
or the fateful drumming
or shrieking of a mountain storm
a lovely smile perhaps
or a single gesture
form or hue
of compelling beauty
a familiar scene
transformed by an unusual quality of light
a cluster of rocks
suggestive of beings imbued with life
or the spell may be wrought by
a sudden exaltation
the jerking of the mind
into an unknown dimension
a curtain hitherto unnoticed
is suddenly twitched aside
and for a timeless moment
there stands partially revealed
- a mystery

A single lonely cloud floating by
casting a small shadow on the ground
a shadow that changes as the cloud
is twisted and altered by a breeze

As it slowly moves on, it shape shifts
now a swan but wait a fiery chariot
that thunders by, a forest in the sky
mountains and houses, even a lake

The wind strengthens blowing more
clouds to combine into a shiny city
icicles hang down forming diamonds
that glitter and sparkle in the sunshine

A single lonely cloud floating by
captures my imagination setting it afire
filling me with wonder as I watch it
put on its own spectacular solitary show

The Breezes flowed through bright verdant meadows
the sky alight in blazing glory of azure and violet
the farmer on his tractor ploughs the field in farrows
pauses to watch the pretty maiden dressed all in scarlet

Golden ribbon in her hair, she brings him his lunch
they sit together in the sun chatting about this and that
as she collects the basket her father points out bunches
of multi coloured flowers down by the river near the muskrat

Her father back at work, she wanders down to the waters edge
picking a lovely posy of the wild flowers to give to her mother
trailing her fingers in the cool waters she lifts her skirt in a wedge
paddles in to cool her feet as it deepens she holds her skirt higher

What bliss to take some time to enjoy the scent of fresh turned earth
to drink in her surrounds and thinks how lucky she is living out here
keeping the age old traditions going, each season a time of rebirth
she heads off back to the farm liking that it is part of the final frontier

The winding lane twists and turns
as it meanders up hill and down dale
stretching far ahead, a silvery thread
glistening and glinting beckoning me on

Peaceful countryside noises abound in the air
cooing of woodpigeons, rapid tapping of woodpecker
raucous cries of rooks nesting in the trees nearby
low mooing of cows and bleats from the young lambs

As I journey onwards beneath the vibrant blues skies
I come to a brow and there stretched out before me
a landscape so picture perfect it moves me to tears
verdant hues of green from the meadows scent filled air

This is where I want to be and to grow gracefully old
to put down my roots and settle in this peaceful vale
to wake each day to the glories of nature each different
something new to catch my eye and fill me with delight

A place to rest with natures bounteous treasures spread
to revive a weary soul to heal the ravishes of every day life

Water flowing down
cascading it goes
bouncing over rocks
laughing gleefully
swirling so fast
down the mill
trickles through pipes
rushing out
into a pool
flowing onwards
sea bound
relentless journey
from source down
to the ocean
gathering body
getting mighty
until it flows
mingling with salt
its journey ended

A cat sits waiting
eyes fixed,
patient
as a Zen master
at the base of a tree,
awaiting
the wary squirrel
with the short
attention span.
The wind sighs
through the oak tree
as the cantaloupe vines
race with its shadow
to keep to the light
they cannot even "see".
Rooster scratches leaves
around a fallen limb
searching for grubs.
"Luk-luk, luk, luk-luk!"
he calls to his hens
but the clever dog
arrives well ahead.
She knows what he said
and she scarfs up his find
instead.
"Buckup-up-up-up-UP!"
Rooster protests.
"What," indeed is
"the meaning of all this?"

Callaghan Grant
7/18/2013

The South Pole, is one of the coldest
regions in the World with all the snow
and ice. In many places large caverns
and icy glaciers make this resemble
another world. large Icicles hang down
on many of these underground cavern
ceilings looking like an amazing city
of ice. The extreme cold prevents anyone
from living here creating an amazing
sight to see.

Take water, what do you know about it?
it has an almost magical existence
yet does it start as a cloud?
or is evaporation from bodies of water?

The answer amazingly is its a byproduct
when stars are born a strong outward wind
of gas and dust, the shockwaves compress
and heat it forming water and vapour

Next time you have a drink,
Think
in your hand you hold birth
remember you also hold a star

What a miraculous thing is water
it keeps us from extinction
the sheer beauty delights
as it bounces sparkles and twinkles

Transparent and crystal clear
it holds so many life forms
all invisible to the naked eye
Water

Peace!
The hush of night
fills the land.
Transfixed!
I listen to
the sounds of silence
where the mind plays tricks
upon feelings.
Mesmerised in this state
I question reality

I am standing by my window
looking outside at God's world.
Everything feels so gentle
and so beautiful.
The air is very cool
the sky is slightly overcast.
I think it will rain soon.

In times like these
I feel that Nature wants to talk to me
through the trees
the grass
even the stones
on the ground.
I just gaze at them quietly
and feel something from them
go deep into my soul.

Dandelions
sprinkled on the grass below
create a beautiful yellow polka dot pattern
which lights up the neighbour's backyard.
Birds jump happily from branch to branch
on a nearby tree
singing as they do so.
A gentle breeze rocks the branch
and they seem to enjoy it.

Some distance away
lining the street
I see the tall trees
which had been so bare
and almost lifeless during winter.
They look so pretty in their new dresses
with which spring has clothed them.
I can see them waving at me
as if they want to tell me something.
I wish I could turn into a tree
and talk to them.

Maybe they want to say how glad they are
to wear their lovely green frocks once more
after the long cold winter.
Should I ask them if they were afraid
they may have died of cold in the winter
I think they would say they were not
because they knew SHE would protect them.

Yes!
SHE protects them
just as SHE protects the little sparrow
for it is her world
- Her Beautiful World.